Listen to 1, 2 Y'all (feat. JAY-Z, Lil' Cease & Geda K) by Memphis Bleek

1, 2 Y'all (feat. JAY-Z, Lil' Cease & Geda K)

Memphis Bleek

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Composer
Robert "Shim" Kirkland
Robert "Shim" Kirkland
Composer
Renee Scroggins
Renee Scroggins
Composer
Valerie Scroggins
Valerie Scroggins
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
G. Grainger
G. Grainger
Composer
J. Lloyd
J. Lloyd
Composer
Eric Johnson
Eric Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E-Bass
E-Bass
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Robert "Shim" Kirkland
Robert "Shim" Kirkland
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, look I'm the best rapper not discovered The other people raps is weak How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha D Hangin' with the R O C, we in the place to be Chillin' in the back of the club, popin' bub When my spinnaz keep spinnin' all the Ladies show me love I'm here to takeover I was originally suppose to replace hova Not slim thug, east cost rappers weak They can't hang with me, B hype, D tha name Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame And change the game yo, I can spit a verse But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game This shit is gonna get worse one day I'm a make it big I'm the best and this goes down to all my niggz, ohh We pull up in them big boy trucks, big boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle Lose breath when I hit you, your best bet is to get through Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain The stronger the game is quicker, live by the code fool Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker, much faster, blast ya Tearin' ya niggaz, we don't discriminate Hoes get the same as niggaz, comin' straight Out the north of death we give a fuck about a level We extort the best, who's the boss, nigga? I came to set it off, came to jump off Nigga, I came to set a nine off Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play I just want to have it my way I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year So respect me, nigga It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam? Weapons of mass destruction is here, I got a few in my hood In case, a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could Or would, pull skeet on me, I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming, this is not, not No, no, motherfucking game, entertain you motherfuckers Is not why I came? It's R O C and M O P I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin' wit my team Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Yo, check it, shit, I'm here now, where it's at? I'm there now, when I walk through the club The real have stare downs and I walk by Lil' nigga, play the short guy, pockets is grown When I cock it, it's on, you believe that All the chickenz be where, the treez at Car hopping bitches be where the V's at I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib Sometimes, I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib Can't relax in the crib, niggaz, did max bids Niggaz, clap shit, ain't no acting in this You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? 'Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for? When I ride by, I know' you looking to spray me But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three eighty It's the game of life, you it, so play it right Bitches like you, Memph Bleek, yeah, right Do that one, two, y'all there go the last call I'm a ghetto nigga, hand always on my trigga Now look all these, niggaz think they dat nigga Well, you know, what I came for, ohh? Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Yessuh, y'all know, who the next up Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh, come on Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up This that knock, wit Swizz and the gunnaz connect up Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up Yessuh, it's me, N E double to F up Young gunz, nigga indeed, double your bets up We double them tecs up, we silence the violence Nigga, you fucked if you messed up I'm in the S 5, all black, no tint With a nice dime, all ass, no tits Still, rippin' the glock, Bleek, playin' the block Fuckin' with mine, M E M, gettin' it hot I'm so rich that I'm sittin' on the lock Me and the Roc be switchin' lanes in The maybach, nigga, I'm hot ain't fake Ya raps is fake so do the jump off then nigga set it off Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga It's the Roc mutha fuckas, you bitch ass bastards
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Renee Scroggins, G. Grainger, J. Lloyd, Malik Deshawn Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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